Painting, women's rest room, Nepenthe, Big Sur
I've lived in a world of not good enough mothers
imperfect
bad mothers
But the mother is a child too
she is a child
I will stop waiting for you to be the perfect mother
I will be patient with you.
I will be tender
I will be the . . .

It was snowing hardand so cold that Christmas Eve,13 years ago,when we said goodbye to you
at Holy Sepulchre Cemetery.
Just wanted you to know I haven't forgotten,not this Christmas Eve,not any Christmas Eve,and not any day of my life,
and know we will meet again one day.
♥ . . .

Most of my most significant old photographs have disappeared. Too many moves, for one thing. But also, when M. and I divorced in 1980, I discarded all our old pictures. Including our wedding album. They were a memory of time and a person I thought were long gone. We didn't have kids; there seemed . . .

Beautiful Henry is my sister-in-love's delightful Irish terrier. There is no sweeter dog. Anywhere. He happens to live in Rochester, NY, and we visited him last week.
Always looking for a playmate.
Or just hanging out, looking adorable. A toy's nearby, though, just in case.
If . . .

Santa Maria Porcello CassaraAugust 27, 1925 - December 22, 1999 I know you're not really gone,but the world definitely seems smaller.I continue to live the lifeyou would have loved to have had.Think of you and miss you every single day. . . .

Show any Sicilian-American kid this picture and s/he will get it, immediately.
Here's the scenario:
Sicilian-American Mom: Don't do that.
Kid: (does it anyway)
Mom: I told you not to do that.
Kid: (continues to be naughty)
Then:
The sound of a kitchen drawer sliding open hard,
the rattling of . . .

Here in the 21st century our lives are chock-full of relationshipsthat remain long after "official" status gone.Like an in-law.{I hate the "in-law" designation.}Or maybe we're particularly close to someone who never had "official" status.What's an in-law after a divorce?What's a friend that's more . . .

My mother would have been 86 years old today. This is a piece I sold to Skirt! magazine in 2003. It's right on theme with my trip down Memory Lane. To my mother: still miss you more than words can say.
288-3095
My mother’s been dead nearly two years now but her telephone number still lives . . .

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